Homework this week: How would I live if I erased apology from my mouth and being?
Jesus. I don't know.
As I examine it, apology is so engrained. Sorry for being me, sorry for doing that, sorry for thinking that way.
Without apology, I wouldn't feel bad for questioning things. For being a bother. I don't know what it would change behaviour-wise, but it would change how I feel inside, the internal struggles, the pain of being the owner of all relationships. I'd let more relationships die, I think.
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